He is a Nymphomaniac - Chapter 759

The boy sat quietly on a wooden chair, in front of the half empty canvas and he smiled as he once again started to paint the girl’s beautiful blue twinkling eyes and her blonde hair. This room was full of girl’s paintings right from her childhood to this date. “This is my last painting that I will paint of you my dear. I now, it is not in my fortune to have you as my life partner. Today after concluding this last paining, I will never ever open this door.” The boy smiled wretchedly as he painted the girl’s attractive pink colour lips.

The room was filled with numerous paintings of Mia, right from her childhood days. There was picture in which she was holding Olive’s hand, while they both were sitting on a swing below a tree. In other picture was the girl, wearing a graduation cap and smiling cheerfully while standing on a stage. There were quite a lot of other paintings of the girl, where her foremost life events were depicted on them. While there was also another drawing file placed in one corner, which was full of the boy’s crayon colour art work. The first time he had ever coloured something at the age of 5 or had tried to draw something was again Mia. If he had ever known what art and love was it was all due to Mia!

His mother had told him to draw something which he finds very beautiful and charming. And even at the age of five, he had drawn a rough figure of a girl and had written with ‘MIA’ with his crooked handwriting.

The feelings he could never put across to her, was always vented out marvellously by him in the form of his paintings. There were also several paintings where the boy had drawn his imagination. There was a painting of him dressed in a black tuxedo and was kissing Mia, who was dressed in a white colour gown and they both were surrounded by striking pink colour orchids. There was another picture on which he had painted Mia’s n.a.k.e.d back, showing her left side of the face. He had fantasised the girl’s beautiful back with a tattoo of his name on the top of her back. In another painting they both were standing together, while they had a tiny baby in their hands.

The man had basically painted all his fantasies with the girl and had never spoken a word about it to her or anybody else, including his best friend Sawyer. While his other paintings were also both of them lying on the bed n.a.k.e.d, covered under the sheets, as he was often aroused in the girl’s presence but he was carful enough to not show it.

Several hours later the boy had finally finished his last painting of Mia and he smiled looking at it. “Good bye Mia. I will never open this room now. Besides I have already committed to Claira now, be it out of compulsion but have to fulfil it now. But in my heart I will always love you and will keep shielding you. I know I am not fortunate enough to make you a part of my life. You are too vivacious and sweet while I am a lackl.u.s.tre artist and just nothing in front of you. Why would you even chose me?”

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Present day…. (Morning)

The boy was extremely excited as Mia was coming to his painting cabin for the first time. He had built the place precisely as per her tastes and had fancied sitting with her having coffee, holding hands with her and making out on the bed with her, while the beautiful pond reflected its lights on their n.a.k.e.d bodies. He had fancied making several nude paintings of the girl, while making her sit n.a.k.e.d in front of her.

But he knew none of it could come true and the girl was only here as she wanted to learn how to paint. “Mia you do not even remember that I am an artist? Not once did you even think that you could approach me for it? Am I that invisible to you? Do you eve not see how much I love you?” the boy sighed in melancholy.

It had been three months and the boy had kept his promise to himself. He had not even once opened the door where he had placed all the paintings of the girl. He had been in relation with Claira for three months now, and used to often meet her in his house but never in this cabin. But one day when the girl really begged him to show his secret painting cabin, he had let her enter the place, which was earlier only meant for Mia to enter.

After that night he accidently made with Claira not once had he made out with her ever again. But Claira always tried her best to seduce the boy, but somehow Olive was never ever excited about the girl and always kept thinking about Mia. The girl would often strip down unexpectedly before the boy to make him feel aroused but even then the boy never really made out with her and this was creating immense frustration in Claira’s head. But the girl was also adamant that she would one day be able to make the boy feel aroused with her tiny clothes and other seductive tactics.

Soon before Mia was about to come for her painting sessions, Claira dropped in unexpected at the boy’s cabin wearing a sultry dress, looking smoking hot.

Olive as usual did not want the girl to feel bad and he sat with her in the bedroom, while the girl constantly came close to him, eventually kissing him on his lips passionately. The boy too kissed her back and he knew he had to get over Mia, some or the other day and they both kissed other passionately. “I have to make a painting of yours. You are too beautiful.” The boy spoke abruptly looking at the girl. He himself did not know why he had said that to her, but somewhere in his heart he was missing paining Mia on his canvas.

That was probably the only way he could express his feelings for her and now after stopping he felt like there was a giant lave inside him ready to explode. He was maybe for a rebound painting Claira on his canvas or maybe he was simply trying to find Mia in Claira.

“Oh my God. Do you want me to strip down?” the girl spoke seductively pulling down the hem of her dress downwards showing her boob to him.

“Ah no! That is not necessity. Just sit on the chair and it will be perfect.” The boy smiled pointing towards a chair, which had a wonderful view of the pond.

He painted her face for around one hour, when he got bored having found no inspiration he quit the process half way through and smiled looking at the girl “My friend Mia is about to arrive. So we can continue this later.”

Claira frowned a bit. ”She is coming her? You invited her?”

”Yes she wanted to learn something about painting. She is my childhood friend, so this was the only place where I could show her my paintings.” The boy shrugged his shoulders causally as if it did not really mean anything to him. But inside his heart a rapid volcano was about to burst releasing his emotions full of both happiness and sadness. He had built this place for Mia and she was finally coming, but at the same time she would also get to know that the boy had a girlfriend.

“Ah right baby.” The girl quickly got up and sat on Olive’s lap and they soon kissed each other passionately. The girl jerked a bit, trying to make the boy���s manhood rise a little but in process she spilled the paint on his shirt and pants.